The Osceola times., 1887-09-03

bottom; "why, you told me she was
yourself.
." know-but but she-she must
have gone outl"
''Gone outr' cried Mr.. Winterbot-
tom. Come, my dear, there is no
mistake about that, we won't intrude
any longer" And the pair swept out
Of the room.
Lizzie followed them, and she and
Nurse having come to the conclusion
that must somehow have slipped out
OF the house and perhaps gone to Mrs.
Dacres', went home, and was left in
my dark corner sobbing with misery.
What would Bently say? his best pa
tients mortally offended! was too
unhappy TO make any effort to attract
attention, but lay huddled up among
the old Lancets and Daily 7eiegraphs,
when the bell rang again, and this time
some one went into the consulting
room, saying: "Very well, | will
wait"
could hear this person fidetging
about taking the books from the
shelves, and opening and shutting the
drawers in the escritoire.
was just thinking how inquisitive
IT was, and how annoyed Bently would
be at such behavior, when the new
conner walked into the surgery There
was wide crack in the wall, and
through it | could see the prying indi-
vidual was young jerry Winterbottom.
Was ever to be delivered from that
family'
Thought he looked more than usually
flustered and odd, and he did not sit
still, but pulled the bottles about just as
he had done the books, and talked to
himself in a rambling, incohcrent way,
then he began to dance softly up and
down, first on one leg and then on the
other, and TO make the most horrible
grimaces.
There is something TO me very fas-
cinating in people who make faces, and
| was watching him intently, and even
initiating him n little, when sud
denly he caught sight of an instrument
case on the table; his eyes lighted up,
he pounced on it, opened it, and drew
out a knife, sharp and awful looking.
He ran his finger up and down the
edge, laughing all the time. Then he
went up to the looking-glass and un-
buttoned his collar-he was going to
cut his throat!
was so scared that | could not artic.
ulate; but | flung myself against the
door and yelled wild, unearthly yell.
This, coming as it apparently did
from nowhere at all, frightened him SC
that he sprang back into corner
where he crouched, rolling his eye.
and trembling with terror.
/ kept on shrieking as loudly as ever
| could, but don't believe the servant.
would ever have heard me, and
should have gone as mad as young Jer
ry himself, if Timothy Donovan. al
Irish laborer, had not happened to
come in for his mothers medicine.
He thought Mr.. Winterbottom hat
got an attack of "the horrors NAL
ady with which he was familiar, and OF
whose treatment he had ideas of hi.
own. He called in Edward, the page
and between them they tied the poo
fellows arms and legs securely. The,
had just finished when Bently ap
peared. in tine to hear my last feebl,
scream before tainted.
The Winterbottoms were awful,
kind; they declared | had saved theii
sons life. and that Bently saved i
again when he pulled him through hi
| rain fever.
When Jerry was convalescent h,
went abroad with my husband for I
six months tour OF course hatet
parting from Bently, but knew j
was a splendid thing for him. After
ward he sold the Bradham practic,
and Mr., Winterbottom helped him into
one in London where he is getting OF
splendidly.
Young Winterbottom is different
fellow now; his father and mother LEI
him do just as he likes, and the conse-
quence is that he is going to turn on
very good artist. His father hangi
the walls of Barrowclough with his pro
ductions. and it is very funny to heal
him when he discourses on them to hi
friends:
Queer fancy this of my boys. fol
dabbling and daubbing; but they tel
me he's clever at it, and there's on,
thing he need never see the inside o.
the mills if he don't want, I've plenty
for both-plenty for both"
Jerry has studio near us in Ken
sington, and comes often to see us. Tho
most interesting thing of all is, that
he has fallen in love with Lizzie Dacres
aud they are to be married in tn,
spring. The old people are delighted.
--Agnes Pol0er. in ". y Independent
Trunks and Their Cost.